Jack Frosting

In the bitter cold I can see my breath, As the snowflakes cool my hot cheeks, Gently settling in my clothes and hair. I am headed to the car with a cake. There'll be a festive party tonight! My boots glide into the powdery fluff; And I wonder if it'll ever stop snowing! The evening sun is setting so very red; And I can hear the whistle of a bird. The night will be filled with laughter; And the evening has scarcely begun. A white rabbit bounds past the trees; In a flurry of movement and snow spray. Drifts now seem to cover all the world. Though I admired the scene only a moment, My chocolate cake has been frosted, too!